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Quite as a church mouse, I set up my tripod and longer lens striving to capture this prey. He too was attempting to capture his prey as well. And, was skulking about as quietly as I was.
Standing very still and then rarely moving, we both did our best to apprehend what we had in our sights. Enduring patience for both would result in a successful moment. This is mine, while his became dinner.
To conclude our series on Bruny Island we return to where we started. The Cape Bruny Lighthouse is the most historic structure on the island and was the third lighthouse constructed in Tasmania. Although no longer functioning as a light (there is a solar powered automated light nearby), this tower stands as a monument to the men who built it: Colonial architect John Lee Archer and his convict workers.
It is sometimes argued that the convict system was a form of slave labour, but in fact it provided enormous opportunities for convicts to reestablish themselves as constructive citizens in the colony. Convict Charles Watson was appointed by the governor to be building supervisor of the lighthouse and he received a pardon for his contribution.
After enduring buckets of rain, brother and I were treated to some dynamic skies. This is Eagle Beach State Recreation Area just north of Juneau. Views are of Eagle Beach, Favorite Chanel, and the Chilkat Range.
Launching off one of the shoulder catapults of the USS Dwight D Eisenhower during Operation Enduring Freedom. Not the best quality but hopefully a dramatic image.
For more than 500 years, the most enduring – and endearing – residents of the Outer Banks, the wild Colonial Spanish Mustangs, have called this sliver of land between sound and sea home. They’re feral horses descended from a herd brought here by explorers as early as the 1520's, and they're recognized as the state horse of North Carolina. How they got here is a bit of a mystery. It’s said that some swam ashore from shipwrecks while others were castoffs of failed settlements, left to flourish on these untouched barrier islands for hundreds of years.
Today, you’ll find the largest herds of feral horses at the extreme ends of the Outer Banks. Corolla, to the north (as seen in the photograph above), and Shackleford Banks, the southernmost of the barrier-island chain, have herds of about 100 stallions, mares and foals that call their beaches and dunes home. A smaller, more domesticated herd lives on Ocracoke Island. In Corolla, the Corolla Wild Horse Fund (CWHF) has managed and protected the herd and its habitat since 1989.
These were seen on a guided tour we took with Wild Horse Adventure Tours.
-- Technical Information (or Nerdy Stuff) --
‧ Camera – Nikon D7200 (handheld)
‧ Lens – Nikkor 18-300mm Zoom
‧ ISO – 800
‧ Aperture – f/9
‧ Exposure – 1/1250 second
‧ Focal Length – 165mm
The original RAW file was processed with Adobe Camera Raw and final adjustments were made with Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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"Soportando las diabluras de Eolos!"
A windy sunset always brings reds in the Sky and frights on the ground! I was there, close to the cliff withstanding the wind gusts, trying to catch this fascinating landscape and atmosphere. I do recognize I was in jeopardy but what is photography without some risk!
Un atardecer ventoso siempre trae rojos en el cielo y sustos en el suelo! Allí estaba, al borde del acantilado soportando las rachas de viento, intentando captar este fascinante paisaje y atmósfera. Reconozco que estuve en peligro pero que es la fotografía sin riesgos!
Throwback Thursday
Beam Me Up
Upper Antelope Canyon
Navajo Tribal Park
Page, Arizona
July 2003
This photograph is a portal through time and light. Captured on July 30, 2003, it’s one of my earliest digital images, yet its journey is far from over. It graces the cover of Mirare’s music CD “Honegger: Le Roi David” and Paul Theroux’s book El Geologo, offering a glimpse of its enduring appeal. Even today, it thrives as a popular choice on stock photography platforms like Getty Images, Shutterstock, and Adobe Stock.
“Priceless things matter not for their value, but because they offer us an enduring reminder of stability and permanence.”
― Barbara Taylor Bradford
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Still like doing the odd fence shot, even though Fridays don't quite mean the same thing anymore. HFF
No idea what this flower had been, but it has certainly remained graceful.
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This photograph of Gambir Street, Kuching, taken in September 2024, captures a historic enclave where heritage whispers through the weathered shophouses and narrow alleyways. Once the beating heart of Kuching’s trade scene during the Brooke era, Gambir Street stands as a testament to its multicultural past, where Indian Muslim and Chinese merchants traded goods with local Sarawakian natives.
At the center of the frame lies the historic Masjid India (Masjid Bandar Kuching), established in 1834. Revered as Sarawak's oldest mosque, it served the Indian Muslim community—merchants and laborers who migrated here, leaving an indelible mark on Kuching’s identity. The mosque, nestled amidst a labyrinth of shophouses, reflects the quiet strength of faith and commerce that shaped this vibrant neighborhood.
The shophouses lining the street are architectural relics, their wooden shutters and aging facades bearing witness to over a century of trade. These buildings once housed bustling shops selling spices, textiles, and traditional goods—commodities that drew traders from far and wide. Streets like Gambir Road, and connecting lanes such as the iconic Indian Mosque Lane (Lorong Sempit), allowed shoppers and traders alike to weave through a sensory mosaic of aromatic spices, brilliant colors, and cultural exchanges.
Historically, this area was Kuching’s spice trade center, where goods like turmeric, curry leaves, and exotic ingredients filled the air with fragrance. It also served as a link to India Street, previously called Kling Street in the 1850s and renamed in 1928 by Charles Vyner Brooke, to honor its Indian traders. Here, commerce and community flourished side by side, with medicine men, shopkeepers, and merchants creating a hub of life and culture that remains alive to this day.
This photograph preserves more than a visual—it freezes time, offering a poignant reflection of Kuching’s soul. Gambir Street, with its architectural elegance and enduring legacy, continues to tell stories of trade, community, and multicultural harmony. It is a living museum where history, faith, and culture come together, offering an intimate glimpse into Kuching’s rich past.
When goliaths walked amongst us. Legacies endure at the train museum in Griffith, Indiana, next to the interlocker near downtown. While only CN trains are seen in town these days using the former Elgin Joliet & Eastern and Grand Trunk rails, the Erie-Lackawanna and Chesapeake & Ohio were once in the picture, crossing paths with the other two roads at grade, intersecting at all angles. Protecting the junction was a stately interlocking tower which has been preserved and now watches over the junction and museum, and is accessible to the public. Virtual Railfan even installed a webcam above the front door.
i’m grateful for autumn: its colors, textures, and light. this particular autumn is enduring. i’m trying to soak it in; let it settle in my bones.
The Rolling Stones, one of the greatest, and certainly most enduring, Rock Bands in history, started out as a Blues band - maybe Rhythm and Blues would be a better description.
Their eponymous first Album, unusually for the time having no trace of the band's name on the front sleeve, contains a number of very passable covers of existing blues songs of the day. Keith Richard's guitar playing stands out for his sheer adaptability of style - Bo Diddley, easy. Chuck Berry, no problem. For me, the best track is the original Jagger/Richard composition 'Tell Me'.
Elsewhere, Mick gamely attempts the Louisiana intonations of Slim Harpo on the latter's hit 'I'm a King Bee', and kind of pulls it off, I think.
The Stones long acknowledged the stylistic influence of great Blues men like Howlin' Wolf - probably the most famous crossover song is 'Little Red Rooster', penned by the great Willie Dixon, that also appears on Howlin' Wolf's 'Rocking Chair' album.
In the photo, you can see that some chump paid £40 for an early pressing of the Stones album. Friends, that chump was me. Subsequent detailed research revealed that it certainly is an early copy, but not one of the very first to be issued. Clues are in the surprisingly numerous typographical errors on the cover and record labels.
Chester Burnett sounds like the name of a mild-mannered bank clerk, but a quick change into 'The Howlin' Wolf' reveals him to be one of the greatest and most powerful exponents of mid-20th century Chicago Blues music.
Two things surprised me when I recently heard Howlin' Wolf's 'Rocking Chair' album for the first time. Mainly, how similar the Rolling Stones' sound was to his. Not a literal copy, but, to my tin ear, Mick Jagger's cadences in their early work sound very similar to those of Howlin' Wolf.
Howlin' Wolf was a big man in every sense, around 6 feet 3 inches tall and with a loud, booming voice. He is regarded as one of the most influential blues musicians of all time, and was at the forefront of the transition of blues music from acoustic to electric guitar.
Although a competent guitar player who accompanied himself in live performances, on his albums, the instrument was taken by the supremely excellent Hubert Sumlin - one of those great session musicians who went by largely unrecognised.
The album pictured is just called 'Howlin' Wolf' but is generally known as 'The Rocking Chair' album after the front cover picture. I am showing the back as it contains a picture of the man himself, and the track listing. I'll leave you to imagine what the front cover looks like!
The second thing that surprised me about Howlin' Wolf's album was to read a review that claimed that the songs, mostly written by Willie Dixon, were all about sex! Surely not, I thought, - they don't sound like sexy songs. Then I read the track listing with that idea in mind... and well, they're in the picture, so see what you think!
Final point of interest is that the record label of Howlin' Wolf's record has the words 'High Fidelity' and 'Unbreakable' prominently shown. Originally issued in 1962, vinyl records had been around for over a decade, and record companies were keen to encourage record buyers to move away from buying (much cheaper) shellac 78s, and the 'unbreakable' nature of vinyl was one of its main advantages, as well as its greatly improved audio quality - hence the valuable label real-estate being given over to extolling the virtues of the medium, rather than its contents.
It's been a crazy few days...
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This statue made of rectangles struck me as I walked around London. Called 'Resolution' by Antony Gormley on the Corner of St. Bride Street and Shoe Lane, it was installed in 2007. I tried to find interesting angles and settled on this composition. I needed someone to walk into the frame and it took ages - it was a Saturday with no workers around and the whole place was deserted. In my mind the emptiness of the scene with just the one figure walking past in the background resonated with the permanent and enduring nature of the statue, standing like a sentinel, more kin to the modern glass building than to any life that passes by. Unfortunately the front view was somewhat spoiled by someone with a sense of humour sticking a cigarette in his cuboid mouth and he was also wearing a condom. I'm afraid I didn't fancy removing it as I wasn't sure if he'd got lucky... Canon EOS 6D & EF 28-80mm f/2.8-4.0L
I spent a wonderful evening, with friends, transported into Rone's amazing exhibition at Flinders Street Station.
It is set in the long-abandoned third-floor wing of Flinders Street Station, Time is a nostalgic love letter to mid-century Melbourne.
Created and developed across the past three years, this truly exceptional site-specific experience is Rone’s most ambitious project to date. Profoundly atmospheric, Time captures both the grand scale and character of the site and the minute detail of a period of Melbourne’s history long lost to progress.
A fictional history that transports audiences to post-WWII Melbourne, Time is inspired by an era when European migrants powered the city’s booming manufacturing industries. A vignette of mid-century working-class life and an ode to the faded yet enduring beauty of this forgotten place, Time captures the spirit of the city’s industrious past while offering glimpses of the station’s role as a once-glorious hub of work, learning and social life.
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